The golden dragon, held between the jailer's two fingers, shimmered outside the small window.
Damn it!
Tyrion's heart burned with anger, because that was the last golden dragon he had, and his only coin.
He remembered... when he had sent Podrick on an errand, he had directly rewarded that Sellsword with his money pouch.
He was indeed the worst Lannister, without even a coin to deal with the jailer's extortion.
Heh, he almost forgot, he was already an ugly Dwarf abandoned by Lannister.
Then, he thought of his golden nose, but the hand he raised, after a slight movement, was placed behind his back.
Tyrion pursed his lips and smiled: "My handsome jailer, are you extorting a member of the royal family right now?"
He grinned: "Do I need to remind you, even though I'm very short, I'm actually the King's uncle?"
As his words fell, the large face in the small window quickly disappeared, and then several low voices of discussion came again.
Tyrion stepped forward, raised his hand and knocked on the door, and outside immediately fell silent.
"The King may be merciful, but if you delay the Duke's business, you will surely regret coming into this world, I promise."
After a pause, the jailer's voice sounded: "Thank you for the reward, my Lord, I'll go now."
Hearing the fawning voice, Tyrion lowered his eyes to look at the hand that habitually reached for his waist.
His fingers curled slightly, the golden dragons hidden outside... he had entrusted Greene to transfer all of them to Shae; now he was truly a pauper, and he had to get used to this new identity as soon as possible.
...
Late at night, Hook Alley.
Greene looked up from the map, glanced at the dark night sky outside the window, and said: "Go tell him, I'll be there tomorrow morning."
"Yes, my Lord."
Four days had passed since the meeting between the Lannister brothers, and it seemed... the heavily struck Tyrion had finally recovered a bit.
The candlelight from the silver candelabra flickered, and Greene picked up a large parchment roll, spread it out on the table, on which was a portrait of a young woman.
Looking down and examining it for a while, Greene leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples.
Tap, tap, tap, a knock sounded at the door, and Brienne's voice came from outside: "Duke Green, Leyton requests an audience."
Greene opened his eyes: "Let him in."
The door was pushed open, Leyton bowed slightly, walked in front of Greene, and said: "My master, I just received news that the Sparrows are secretly collecting chains and axes."
Axes...
Chains...
After a pause, Greene nodded slightly and said: "Are there other knights appearing over there?"
Leyton shook his head slightly and replied: "It's still those dozen or so disgraced knights; they never miss the Sparrows' gatherings, and they The Seven Gods together every day, they are much more devout than ordinary monks."
Greene left his chair, paced a few steps, and said: "How is High Septon Zali?"
"All the High Septons are busy campaigning for the election of the High Septon, but High Septon Zali has proposed to personally go and comfort the war-torn Riverlands, which has earned him immense prestige."
After a pause, Leyton added: "Other High Septons have also shown him much goodwill."
"In the name of Cley Cerwyn Trading Company, select some reputable Sellswords..."
Greene stood in front of the map of Seven Kingdoms hanging on the wall, his gaze slowly sweeping over the Trident River, and said: "Have them secretly escort High Septon Zali's safety in the Riverlands."
Leyton nodded: "Yes, I will arrange it before High Septon Zali leaves King's Landing, my Lord."
Greene waved his hand: "Go, continue to keep an eye on those Sparrows."
...
The next morning.
With a "creak," the tightly closed cell door opened, and Greene stepped inside.
"Good day, Tyrion."
Tyrion, sitting on the edge of the bed, turned his head to look, glancing at the two attendants following Greene, one carrying several parchment rolls in his arms, the other holding a wine flask and a wine glass.
He grinned: "Thank you for coming, Duke, good day."
Tyrion's face was cleanly shaven; he must have tidied himself up specially.
Greene smiled faintly: "You adapt quite quickly."
After speaking, he sat down in the chair.
Not until the attendants left and closed the door, Tyrion picked up the wine glass, took a large gulp of summer red, and said: "Greene, Lannister is your enemy... right?"
Greene did not speak, looking at him, and made a welcoming gesture.
After a short silence, Tyrion suddenly smiled and said: "According to negotiation tactics, I should now say... Hey, I can help you, actually sitting in front of you is a Lannister killer."
Seeing Greene smile, Tyrion grinned: "We understand each other, I know my skills are useless in front of you."
Greene swirled the wine glass in his hand and said: "Perhaps, only The Seven Gods know everything."
Tyrion chuckled: "But The Seven Gods has always been very tight-lipped."
Then, his smile vanished, he stared at Greene for a while, and suddenly said: "I need your help. Can you let me appear in Hand of the King Tywin's bedroom or study without disturbing anyone? Um, to ensure he has enough patience to listen to his Dwarf son's sentiments, I request you prepare a hand crossbow for me."
"Tyrion."
First, he called out, then paused, before Greene continued: "Your uncle Kevan is very cautious. With him there, it's very difficult... or rather impossible for dangerous weapons to appear near Hand of the King Tywin. You should know better than I that openly, your father's guard is fully managed by the current Commander of the Gold Cloaks, Ser Adam, but in truth, Hand of the King Tywin's real guards are Ser Kevan and his Red Cloaks."
Tyrion's eyes, one black and one blue, trembled: "Greene, are you denying my greatest value?"
Greene shook his head slightly, he took a shallow sip of summer red, paused, and sighed: "To make even the wise you almost lose your reason... it seems my guess was not wrong, your wife... that matter must have been extremely painful."
Tyrion's whites of his eyes were covered in fine bloodshot veins: "Wise... I am the most foolish bastard in this world."
Greene looked over: "You can't blame yourself entirely. Standing inside the house, how could you see the full extent of it? I only happened to be standing outside, which is why I became suspicious."
Upon hearing this, Tyrion closed his eyes, his lips trembling, and he said: "Greene, I cannot thank you enough."
"No need to thank me."
Greene leaned back in his chair in silence for a moment, then continued: "I just don't want you to live too terribly in the future."
Tyrion lifted his eyelids, drank all the wine in his glass, and said: "Like what?"
Greene picked up the silver wine flask and poured wine into the empty glass: "Those whose hands are stained with the blood of their kin will not have a good end."
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